kimcanwritandsocanyou

ok guys, i need some help, how in the world do you describe an accent with out saying “southern” or “Asian” or whatever the name of the accent really is?

I’ve got a problem, i’m trying to write about a girl who is in a lad, having tests being done on her. but I guess I’ve been his with a bit of writers block, if anyone could help me out, that would be great.

sentience starters, torture prompts, inside look on lab rats/humans... you get me right? I need a little help, and you guys are my only hope.

Tiny fingers barely make their way around a father's finger

Fathers hands are many things

They are strength

To hold our hand while we learn to walk

They are will-power

To help us when we ride our bike

They are rules

To keep us from forbidden paths

And they are gentle

To give us just a father's touch

Our hands grow bigger to the size of his palm

We learned to walk and we walked away

We rode our bikes and we rode for days

We learned the rules but took the paths

And fathers touch was always there

We all wander and we all roam

We walk for miles away from home

But a father's touch can’t be forgotten

We always walk the miles back

With father's hands open and wait’en

As we grow old his hands shrink

Soon ours fit from heel to tip

We come and go from father's home

Never staying long

But everytime that we return

Fathers hands are just as strong

When they hold us 

It’s like we shrink

Our father’s hands are many things

They are strength

To hold our hand and help us find a job

They are will-power

To teach us when we drive a car

They are rules

To keep us on the straight and narrow

so i’m trying to kill of my main characters mom.

I’m like me

Just because I dont starve myself

Doesn’t mean that I’m not sad

Happiness has nothing to do with health

The people who say this make me mad

I shove food into my mouth

As a way to fill the void in my soul.

It turns my life so north is south

To where I now have a worldly goal

Be pretty skinny and silent

But I’m ugly fat and Violent

Girls like pink and doing their hair

I like blue and roughhousing at the fair

it doesn't’ make me a boy

If I don’t want to be someone's toy

The skinny and pretty are unusually cruel

They trap me in a game meant for a fool

The school year slowly comes to an end

And every other person wishes they were dead

The monsters are in my head

Not under my bed

Why can you not understand

I’m not like you

I’m like me

Helmet: come get you authentic spartan helmet today!

Hat: michigan state spartan hats for sale!

(customer walks over to Hemet merchant.)

C: how much are they?

Helmet: only $100

C:wow that's a lot of money!

Hat: why buy that ancient trash when you can buy a Michigan state spartan hat for $99.99!

C:wow that is cheap!

Helmet: 25% off now it’s $75!

Hat: did you know that the mettle is fake?

Helmet: and yours is made from pig but.

Hat: at least I don’t smell like one. . .

Let it sink in

Hat: 71% off final offer $25!

Helmet: if you buy mine I’ll give you a free rock!

Hat: if you buy mine I’ll give you three free rock’s

C: ya know? I’m just going to let you two sort this out.

(customer walks away and the merchants throw hats at each other.)

I look around as I stand in the dark ally. Several cars drive by, but too fast to see the driver. Which means they can't see me or my face. I look at my watch to see what time it is. It’s almost three a.m. I unclip my watch and examine the engraving on the back.

To my dear grandson, Jax.

The sound of feet coming towards me startles me and I shove my silver watch onto my coat pocket, it bumps into my envelope full of 100 dollar bills. I exhaled heavily and I can see my breath. The two dark figures get closer. One is two feet taller than the other and very muscular. The other is rather scrawny.

“You have the money?” the scrawny middle aged man asks. I  was confused, I didn’t owe money to anyone.

“What are you talking about? Who are you?” I asked. Well, that made the man more confused than me.

“I’m Harry Rettop, we talked on the phone?” he responded. All the sudden, I remembered. He was the one that wanted his pay for the stuff I stole.

Earlier that day, I was dared to steal money from the bank just around the corner of the alley. Being the daredevil I was, I accepted. I rushed into the vault when no one was looking. I came out with one thousand. All the sudden, I felt a chill. That was the ironic thing because it was perfectly warm. All the sudden, out of nowhere, a bumped into the scrawny man I mentioned earlier. He noticed I held the bags of money.

“I see that you like to steal,” he thought. I got nervous because he was a complete stranger.

“No,” I honestly stated. He grunted,

“hmm,” as if he were suspicious. “Give us the money,” he forced on me. I didn’t know what to do, so I said,

“I’ll give you an IOU,”.

The friends have two more hours and are going down to the abandoned shop at the edge of town to explore. Rumors have it that the last person who went there never came back, and naturally the four friends decided to tempt fate.

“Can we go already?” Andrew whines.

“Let us finish.” Jasmine says.

“You are such slow eaters,” Andrew continues.

“Hey you try and eat a full steak and chug a full glass of soda down in the next three minutes, give us a second.” Bruce replied

“One it’s been a second,” Andrew says.

Then he left to go get some ice cream.

“i think that what we are doing is stupid.” rose proclaimed “along with all the Rumors i mean really 'he vanished' that is the most cliche line ever!!” Andrew came back with his ice cream. He quickly gulped it down and continued complaining about his friends taking forever.

“Well I’m done. Anyone else?” Jasmin stands

“Yes i am” rose says also standing.

“Were waiting only on you, Bruce.”

“Oooooooooooooooooooooff!” I fall to the ground with a thud. I rub my head and look up to see who I ran into. A girl.

“I am so so sorry.” I say standing and attempting to help her up. “That was my bad are you ok.” she looks at me in shock.

“Why are you saying sorry?” she asks I raise an eyebrow.

“What do you mean? I ran into you and you fell. Why wouldn’t I say sorry?” I say attempting to help her up again.

“Wait your saying it’s not my fault. Like your taking the blame?” she asks

“Here we go again.” I roll my eyes.

“What do you mean again?” she asks standing without my offer help.

“I mean people always try not to make me take the blame. What do you want me to blame you?” I ask

“No! People just always place the blame on me! I don’t want anyone to blame me.” she hangs her head

“Well I would never place the blame on you.” I pause. That came out wrong. Well that has certainly never happened. She stares at him dumbfounded. She blinks then shakes her head.

Researchers discover lounge that only women understand!

Scarlet places he elbows on the counter and sulks. She lets out a long agonizing sigh.

“Come on Red it’s not that bad.” her Mother places a hand on her shoulder and gives it a reassuring squeeze. “It’s only a head cold.” Scarlet glared at her Mother as she walks around the counter and continues to place things into a picnic basket.

“I’m not groaning about her stupid cold Mom. I don’t want to go. Cant Dad bring it?”

“Your father has to work you know this Red. Now grab the cupcakes, please.” Scarlet stands and drags her feet across the kitchen floor and picked up a pack of cupcakes. She walks over to her Mom and rolls her eyes as she hands them to her. She know there's no getting out of it. “Now the bottle of lemonade from the fridge.” Scarlet lets out another long sigh on her way to the fridge. She does love her Grandma but her hate of doing work, out ways the love.

Ash Sits on the edge of her roof. A dark hood covering her face. Her tail curling out behind her almost completely counseling the tattoos she had. She watched over this neighborhood. Ash finds and takes out any gang she can find. Gangs ruined her family, and she is out for justice. This neighborhood has been attacked by a gang the last couple nights, and tonight, is there last night. As a mysterious car turned down the street she jumped down and ducked behind a bush. Her long slinky body absorbed the landing. then she used her keen sense of smell to find out where the car is now.

*being a mutant ferret isn’t half bad* she thinks to herself before ambushing the car. She skittered across the yard and then jumped on the roof of the vehicle. She pressed her big furry ears up against the mettle and tried to listen in. she won't attack unless she has the right people. She can hear people talking

“Which car should we hit up first?” one says

“The most wealthy looking.” says the other. And they both start chuckling.